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April 26, 2005

Elementary school in the 1970′s still had the vestigial patina of post-war civic high-mindendess, so along with the book fairs, assemblies (when it was still ok to sing Christmas carols) and field trips to the local police station (we were fingerprinted!), the Cub Scouts came calling. I was never much of a joiner, but somehow became one anyway; probably because it meant for two days a week, I didn’t have to go directly home and could eat junk food at our local Den, the basement of our scout master’s house. But aside from this and the groovy blue and yellow para-military dress, the premier draw of being a Cub Scout was really The Pinewood Derby.
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